Connor-isms

Today, we were at Costco stocking up on milk and a few other essentials before the baby's arrival. Connor saw something he really wanted- a Leapster, which we were actually planning on getting for him for Christmas anyway- and we told him he should write a letter to Santa to ask for it.

Connor's reply: " Can't I just send him an e-mail? Or just call him on the phone?"

Jake responded by saying that we didn't know Santa's phone number, to which Connor replied, 'Well, can't you just look it up online?"

How things have changed since we were kids!

My 4 year-old, the diet nazi

Yesterday, I was sick of Easter candy. So, doing what any self-respecting woman would do, I made brownies. Yummy chewy brownies with fudge frosting. Anyway, I gave the kids one last night for dessert after they ate all their dinner. Connor wanted another, but Jake and I talked about healthy food and briefly mentioned how eating too much candy and sweets can make you fat. Today, we had a few left over, and I grabbed one on my way outside to take the kids to the playground (I felt purely justified- I did go to an hour long step aerobics class today, and the baby REALLY likes brownies), and gave the kids each a little bite. Connor looked at me all serious, then said," Mom, I think you look a little bit fat because you ate more brownie than I did." Way to boost my self-esteem, buddy.

Connor-isms

Tonight while Jake was reading scriptures with Connor, he was reading in 1st Nephi 16 about Nephi and his family getting the Liahona and being in the land of Shezar. Connor asked if the land of Shezar was "in our Earth," to which Jake replied that yes it was, but we didn't know where it was anymore.
Connor's reply: "Can't we just use the GPS to find it?"

Nice Mommy

Today Connor was doing some "experimenting" with Potato Pearls as I was making dinner. I was having to bite my tongue, telling my inner control freak, " It's good for him to experiment. It really isn't that many. Let him be a kid." After a few minutes of him stirring his dehydrated potatoes around in a measuring cup while asking for more ingredients (to which I told him no),he told me, "You're such a nice mommy." Well, that melted my heart. I said thank you. A few moments later, a thought occurred to me. I hadn't been feeling like I was being particularly nice when he said it, so I asked him, "What do mean mommies do?"
His answer: "If you got a sword and cut my head off so I died, you'd be a mean mommy."
Low expectations will never disappoint, I guess. :)